Poems by Ted Goodell

Gargantua

I remember Gargantua
Squatting in his cage
His eyes staring
With helpless animosity
His Massive muscular body
Sluggish and slumped
Against the cold glass
Of his circus den
No screams no beating
of his massive chest
Only the New York crowd
Waiting restlessly to see
God’s superman deprived of Liberty